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Soon, the two passed through the spacious training ground and entered a corridor. After walking for a short while, they arrived at a pavilion surrounded by red walls. The pavilion had two floors and was decorated with mahogany in a staggered and orderly manner.

The boy, who had been silent all along, pushed open the mahogany gate, and a courtyard with flowers and water appeared before Lin Yuan's eyes.

The young man stepped into the courtyard, followed closely by Lin Yuan. When they arrived at the door of the pavilion, the young man gently knocked on the door.

"Master, I've brought you the person you requested!"

"Okay! Come in!"

A slightly aged voice came out, and the young man quickly pushed open the door and entered the attic. What came into view was Xiao Weiran, who was calmly writing and drawing on a desk covered with Xuan paper, looking extremely focused.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan and the boy did not dare to disturb them, but waited respectfully to the side.

About ten minutes later, Xiao Weiran put down his brush, admiring the large, flowing characters on the rice paper, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Good, Qingyang, come and see if your handwriting has improved!"

The boy who had been called forward quickly stepped forward to examine the calligraphy closely, then gave a flattering smile, "Master, your calligraphy is simply exquisite! I am ashamed to admit my inferiority!"

"Hahaha! You're such a smooth talker!"

Hearing his disciple's praise, Xiao Weiran burst into laughter, but then his laughter abruptly stopped as he coughed violently a few times.

Li Qingyang, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward and gently patted his back a few times. When Xiao Weiran stopped coughing completely, a hint of concern appeared between Li Qingyang's brows.

"Master, you'd better drink less alcohol!"

Xiao Weiran waved his hand dismissively, "Alright, don't I know my own body?"

After speaking, Xiao Weiran looked at Lin Yuan, who had remained silent.

"Lin Yuan, would you be willing to become my disciple?"

The unexpected remark startled both Lin Yuan and Li Qingyang, but Lin Yuan reacted quickly and immediately knelt down.

"Disciple greets Master!"

Lin Yuan was overjoyed. Although a disciple on the honorary title was not like a disciple on the personal title, he could not receive all of Xiao Weiran's true teachings.

However, as a disciple of an elder who is a master of innate level, his status is definitely no less than that of a true disciple within the sect.

Because being a nominal disciple is essentially a test of time by the master for his personal disciples. If one has the talent and ability to pass the test, then becoming a personal disciple is only a matter of time.

Compared to those true disciples who don't have elders to back them up, this identity is already an unexpected joy for Lin Yuan.

"Good! Good! You're quite clever!"

Xiao Weiran looked at Lin Yuan, who reacted quickly and showed no sign of dissatisfaction, and nodded in satisfaction.

Although a disciple on the formal apprenticeship may become a disciple in the master's personal lineage, this status can be revoked at any time if the master is displeased.

Unlike direct disciples, who have formally become apprentices and whose status requires a grand announcement of the termination of their mastery, direct disciples do not.

Li Qingyang's disgust deepened; he absolutely could not allow this lowly fellow to become his junior brother.

There is already a senior brother above him, plus the junior sister, and him, so the master has a total of three direct disciples.

Another one: after Master retires for the rest of his life, won't he not get much benefit? You know, Master has no sons, only one daughter, who shamelessly pesters Senior Brother every day, clearly having feelings for him.

Given the master's doting affection for his junior sister, it means that the vast majority of the benefits will ultimately fall into the hands of the senior brother. If there are others left to share the rest, then what's the point of him being the personal disciple?

Xiao Weiran looked at Lin Yuan, who had finished kowtowing and regained his composure.

"I remember you haven't gone to school yet!"

"Yes, Master!"

"Well, it's not too late to start learning to read and write at six years old. How about this, your senior sister is only twelve years old now and is still in the early stages of learning. When you have free time, you can go to the sect's private school with your senior sister to learn to read and write."

"I see you're a steady and ambitious young man, while your senior sister is quite playful. Try to keep an eye on her and outdo her. If she still loses to you, her junior brother, I think she'll have to rein in her!"

Lin Yuan respectfully accepted the order. From this, it can be seen that Xiao Weiran's decision to take him as a disciple was also intended to encourage his daughter. However, none of this mattered. Although Lin Yuan came from the modern era, he did not understand classical Chinese.

He also wanted to see what rewards the game panel would give him if he studied hard, so Lin Yuan was quite looking forward to reading and learning to read.

Li Qingyang, however, gritted his teeth inwardly, feeling that his master valued Lin Yuan too much, arranging for him to get close to his junior sister as soon as he arrived.

You should know that he doesn't even get this treatment. Whenever he gets a little close to his junior sister, his master will say something about the strict separation of men and women and tell him to be careful.

Look at how Junior Sister treats Senior Brother! She practically wants to drown in his arms the moment she sees him. And Master hasn't said anything about the strict separation of men and women at all! Isn't she just prejudiced against me? And I've been so caring towards him all this time.

Just as Li Qingyang was inwardly complaining about his master's favoritism, he saw Xiao Weiran pick up another book from the table.

"Since you've just joined my sect, I don't have much to give you yet. You wouldn't understand any more advanced techniques. Take this 'Boyhood Skill' back and practice it first. If you don't understand something, ask your second senior brother or third senior sister!"

Also, don't forget to practice these two books, Dragon Tiger Fist and Tiger Step, more often. These are the foundational skills you need at your age!

Looking at the three books Xiao Weiran handed over, Lin Yuan quickly bowed his head and said yes, while trying to hide the smile he couldn't suppress.

Sure enough, what I wanted came to me! Compared to the low-level Qi Gong, the Boy's Skill is a famous mid-grade skill in Taoism. The internal energy cultivated from it is extremely pure Yang, and it has a natural restraint on evil spirits and demonic arts.

This was the very cultivation method he had been longing for. As for the drawback of not being allowed to get close to women until he had reached the Great Perfection, Lin Yuan didn't care at all. First of all, he was only six years old and didn't have that ability yet.

In this world, women will only hinder his martial arts training speed. If he can become a chivalrous hero who roams the world with his sword, who cares about women and skeletons?

Lin Yuan is determined to become the strongest man. Even if Xiao Weiran were to give him a copy of the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, he would grit his teeth and accept it, simply to cut off the root of his troubles.

As for the Dragon Tiger Fist and Tiger Step, these two foundational body techniques and fist techniques, Lin Yuan is not yet clear on what level they are.

After all, there are countless martial arts manuals in the game. In his previous life alone, the Huashan Sword Sect had no fewer than a thousand manuals. It's normal that he doesn't know about the other inconspicuous manuals, except for some famous ones from his previous life.

However, he believed that even the worst martial arts manuals that Xiao Weiran had taken out were mid-grade martial arts. As for high-grade martial arts and ultimate techniques, they were definitely not something that someone like him, who had just entered the sect, could obtain.

Lin Yuan eagerly accepted the martial arts manual from Xiao Weiran and thanked him respectfully.

However, he failed to notice the mocking look in Li Qingyang's eyes.

"As expected, besides the eldest brother, Master also took precautions. Before the virginity cultivation is perfected, once the primordial yang is depleted, or the heart of the red phoenix is ​​stirred, progress will be halted."

It seems that, apart from our eldest brother, Master truly doesn't want any of us other disciples to have any ulterior motives towards our junior sister.

Thinking of this, Li Qingyang couldn't help but feel a pang of pity when he looked at Lin Yuan.

It should be understood that although the Boy's Skill is a lower-level technique of the superior innate skill, although those who practice this skill have incredibly rich internal energy, even comparable to some low-level superior techniques, the drawback is equally severe: they are no different from eunuchs.

They were even more annoyed than eunuchs, since eunuchs didn't have that function and therefore wouldn't have much interest in women.

However, the more one practices the Boy's Skill, the stronger the fire in one's heart becomes. If one's yang energy is too heavy, one will be unable to resist women. Therefore, although everyone in Qinghe Palace knows that the Boy's Skill is powerful, they all avoid it.